Post by Everybody Hates Jenny Myst on Mar 16, 2024 16:40:27 GMT -5
Jenny's curiosity had led her to the trailer park on a mission to uncover the truth about her “friend”Bobby Ray's seemingly exaggerated tales of hardship. She had heard his complaints about life in the trailer park for weeks, but something about his stories felt off. Was Bobby Ray truly struggling, or was he simply being dramatic? Determined to find out, Jenny navigated through the rows of mobile homes, her senses tingling with an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.
She came here to the literal worst place on the planet to call him out on this bullshit.
Texarkana was disgusting. People actually live in this tire fire of an urban rummage heap?!
The colorful trailers, some pristine and others showing signs of wear and tear, seemed oddly familiar, though she couldn't place why. Had she done this dance before? She felt like she had.
She shook her head, dismissing the strange sensation, and continued down the path. She had never been here before. But something in her gut told her she had done this dance before.
Gross.
The gravel crunching under her shoes echoed in the quiet surroundings as she approached the first trailer on her list. With a quick knock on the door, Jenny called out for Bobby Ray, expecting him to answer with his usual blend of sarcasm and self-pity. But to her surprise, there was no response. She tried a few more trailers, each time met with the same eerie silence.
Confusion clouded Jenny's mind as she wandered through the trailer park, searching for any sign of her elusive co worker. But as she peered into windows and called out his name, it became increasingly apparent that Bobby Ray was nowhere to be found. Oddly, nobody seemed to take notice or offer any assistance.
Frustration gnawed at Jenny as she pondered her next move. Why would Bobby Ray disappear without a trace, leaving behind no indication of his whereabouts? And why did it seem like nobody in the trailer park cared?
As she pondered these questions, the sense of déjà vu intensified, sending shivers down her spine. It was as if she had been in this exact situation before, though she couldn't recall when or where.
Bobby Ray not showing up seemed oddly familiar. She couldn't put a finger on it.
Determined to unravel the mystery, Jenny decided to delve deeper into the trailer park's community. She approached a group of residents who were gathered outside, chatting and laughing as if nothing was amiss.
"Excuse me," Jenny began, her voice tinged with urgency. "Have any of you seen Bobby Ray? I've been looking for him, but he's nowhere to be found."
The residents exchanged puzzled glances, their expressions blank. Finally, an elderly woman spoke up, her voice crackling with age.
"Bobby Ray, you say? Can't say I've heard of him, dear. Must be new around here," she replied, her tone dismissive.
Jenny's confusion deepened. How could Bobby Ray, who had lived in the trailer park his entire life, suddenly be considered a stranger by its residents? It made no sense.
Undeterred, Jenny continued her search, knocking on doors and asking anyone who crossed her path if they had seen Bobby Ray. But each time, she was met with the same response – blank stares and shrugged shoulders.
As she trudged through the trailer park, frustration mounting with each passing moment, Jenny couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong. It was as if Bobby Ray had vanished into thin air, leaving behind no trace of his existence.
Just as she was about to give up hope, Jenny caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance – Big Mike, the imposing guardian of the trailer park. With a surge of determination, she hurried towards him, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Big Mike, thank goodness I found you," Jenny exclaimed, relief flooding her features. "I've been looking for Bobby Ray, but he's nowhere to be found. Do you know where he might be?"
Big Mike regarded her with a furrowed brow, his expression unreadable. "Bobby Ray, you say? Can't say I've heard of him."
Jenny's jaw dropped in disbelief. How could Big Mike, who knew every resident of the trailer park by name, claim not to know Bobby Ray? It defied logic.
But before she could press him further, a commotion broke out nearby. Jenny turned to see a group of residents gathered around something, their voices raised in excitement. Curiosity piqued, she pushed her way through the crowd and gasped at what she saw.
There, in the center of the commotion, stood Bobby Ray, his arms raised triumphantly as he regaled the crowd with tales of his latest escapades. He seemed completely oblivious to Jenny's presence, caught up in the adulation of his audience.
Anger bubbled up inside Jenny as she watched Bobby Ray spin his web of lies, weaving a narrative of hardship and struggle that bore no resemblance to reality. It was clear that he had been putting on a show for the residents of the trailer park, playing the victim to garner sympathy and attention.
Fury fueled Jenny's actions as she stormed towards Bobby Ray, her steps purposeful and determined. When she reached him, she grabbed him by the arm and spun him around to face her, her eyes blazing with righteous anger.
"What do you think you're doing, Bobby Ray?!" she demanded, her voice laced with contempt. "You disappear without a trace, leaving me to wander around this godforsaken trailer park looking for you, and here you are, putting on a performance for these gullible fools?!"
Bobby Ray's expression faltered, guilt flickering in his eyes. "Jenny, I can explain-"
But Jenny wasn't interested in his excuses. "Save it, Bobby Ray. I've had enough of your lies and deceit. You may have fooled these people, but you haven't fooled me!"
With that, she turned on her heel and stormed away, leaving Bobby Ray speechless and the residents of the trailer park in stunned silence.
She walked past the bent mailbox at the end of the lot, its fading letters saying WILSON.
She spun on her heels.
She marched back up to the attention-seeker.
“BOBBY RAY WILSON?!”
He nods, “that’s me, ma’am.”
“UUGH!”
Jenny stood in the middle of the Sunny Meadows Trailer Park, a knot of frustration tightening in her chest. She had come here looking for Bobby Ray Willis, only to find out that he wasn't even around. As if that wasn't enough, she discovered that another Bobby Ray, not WilSON, was the man she was searching for. The one she was hoping to find out more about.
“Bobby Ray is a common name ‘round these parts”, a voice came from behind her, “happens all the time.”
She muttered under her breath, "How many parks are there in this shitty town?! Would I have to go to every single one to confront him?!"
It seemed absurd that she would have to comb through multiple trailer parks just to find one person. But the feeling of déjà vu persisted, intensifying her frustration. Why did this place feel so familiar when she had never set foot in it before?
As she turned to leave, a surge of annoyance washed over her. She had wasted enough time chasing after Bobby Ray Wilson, only to come up empty-handed. It was clear that her quest was futile.
"Just forget it," she muttered to herself, kicking at a pebble on the ground. "Looking for Bobby Ray will never pay off. There's no reason to go searching for someone who isn't special."
With a heavy sigh, Jenny trudged back to her rented golf cart, the sense of déjà vu still lingering in the back of her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something important that she couldn't quite grasp.
As she sputtered away from the trailer park, Miriam next to her on the seat, Jenny's thoughts drifted back to Bobby Ray. Despite her frustration, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for him. Maybe his life in the trailer park was as bad as he claimed. Maybe he needed someone to reach out to him, to offer a helping hand in his time of need.
But then again, maybe he was just being dramatic, exaggerating his troubles for attention. Jenny couldn't be sure. All she knew was that she had wasted enough time on him already.
As she reached the edge of town, Jenny made a decision. She wouldn't waste any more energy on fruitless pursuits. She would focus on the people who truly mattered in her life, the ones who were there for her when she needed them the most.
And as for Bobby Ray Wilson? Well, he would just have to fend for himself. After all, there was no reason to go searching for someone who wasn't special.
She had figured out her Déjà vu. She had expected so much from Bobby Ray Willis.....she trashed him in promo but somewhere deep down expected him to live up to expectations and actually challenge her. She expected him to give her a run for her money, because he had gotten a title shot after all.
This disappointment she felt when Bobby proved to be little more than a speedbag with a southern drawl was the same disappointment she had felt in the park when she met the wrong Bobby Ray.
She loved when mediocrity sorted itself out.
She had figured out her Déjà vu. She had expected so much from Bobby Ray Willis.....she trashed him in promo but somewhere deep down expected him to live up to expectations and actually challenge her. She expected him to give her a run for her money, because he had gotten a title shot after all.
This disappointment she felt when Bobby proved to be little more than a speedbag with a southern drawl was the same disappointment she had felt in the park when she met the wrong Bobby Ray.
She loved when mediocrity sorted itself out.
She hit the on button on her portable MP3 speaker, and let the music match the breeze.
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealing's done
She smiled as the golf cart reached the main road out of town.
“I’ll never quite understand why some people in this industry celebrate failure so much. It’s a sick addiction. The ones who make the most noise have the least to brag about. The ones with the least to brag about tend to want to drag others into their quicksand of mediocrity with them. If Goodwill was a person, it would be Bobby Ray Willis. Just absolute sludge. Can’t cut a promo, can’t tell a story, thinks he’s funny when he’s more painful to watch than Jimmy Fallon, and seems to think anyone gives a shit about this story, his wife, where he came from. He seems to think he’s earned that right.
I have to say, I had some hope. I thought maybe Bobby took a break, worked on himself, practiced in the dusty, cracked trailer park bathroom mirror at his parents house, and came back better than whatever it was he showed us last time he tried to pretend he knew how to do this. This is the last time I have hope for Bobby Ray Willis. I may be from Vegas, but I am not stupid enough to put my chips down on Boberto.
I wanted you to be something special, Bobby. I wanted our First Dance to be memorable. Instead, it’s one I try to forget. It was me being lowered down into the cesspool you reside in, head first, and I still can’t get the stench out, no matter how many times I wash my hair! I wanted it to be special, and you ruined it for me! I wanted it to be memorable. Instead it’s just another match..
LAME
Instead I went to your comfort zone. I made the match ridiculous on purpose. I gave you an opportunity to take advantage of chance and you–like everything else in your life–blew it. You proved to me that you aren’t on my level. Survive and adapt. Make the most of a situation. You can’t beat me, Bobby. You won’t. You’re incapable.
So you get another chance to blow it again on Brawl.
I’ll bring the sponge cake.”
“I’ll never quite understand why some people in this industry celebrate failure so much. It’s a sick addiction. The ones who make the most noise have the least to brag about. The ones with the least to brag about tend to want to drag others into their quicksand of mediocrity with them. If Goodwill was a person, it would be Bobby Ray Willis. Just absolute sludge. Can’t cut a promo, can’t tell a story, thinks he’s funny when he’s more painful to watch than Jimmy Fallon, and seems to think anyone gives a shit about this story, his wife, where he came from. He seems to think he’s earned that right.
I have to say, I had some hope. I thought maybe Bobby took a break, worked on himself, practiced in the dusty, cracked trailer park bathroom mirror at his parents house, and came back better than whatever it was he showed us last time he tried to pretend he knew how to do this. This is the last time I have hope for Bobby Ray Willis. I may be from Vegas, but I am not stupid enough to put my chips down on Boberto.
I wanted you to be something special, Bobby. I wanted our First Dance to be memorable. Instead, it’s one I try to forget. It was me being lowered down into the cesspool you reside in, head first, and I still can’t get the stench out, no matter how many times I wash my hair! I wanted it to be special, and you ruined it for me! I wanted it to be memorable. Instead it’s just another match..
LAME
Instead I went to your comfort zone. I made the match ridiculous on purpose. I gave you an opportunity to take advantage of chance and you–like everything else in your life–blew it. You proved to me that you aren’t on my level. Survive and adapt. Make the most of a situation. You can’t beat me, Bobby. You won’t. You’re incapable.
So you get another chance to blow it again on Brawl.
I’ll bring the sponge cake.”